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		<description>The original writings of author Keri</description>
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			<title>The Well</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Cecilia awoke to the distant sound of a baby crying. When she opened her eyes she was in their old home, in their old bed. She was alone. Everything was like it had been before they had sold it. The mirror they had gotten before they were married faced the bed. She sat up and looked at it...</description>
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			<title>Rewind</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;A fragment of memory.History thrown off its linear groove,a moment to notice without noticing.&amp;nbsp;Interest will scatter,focus dissolves the fragile matter&amp;mdash;sand on fast forward.&amp;nbsp;Yet for one slippery second,energy replays.</description>
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			<title>She Breathes</title>
			<description>Change is coming in gusts.Is it primal aweor the wind stealing my breath?&amp;nbsp;It catches all of me, threateningto lift me from comfort until reverence prevails,demanding that I lift my arms to soar.&amp;nbsp;Wait&amp;mdash;&amp;nbsp;a tollbooth and I don&amp;rsquo;t have pockets.But just when..</description>
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			<title>Salt</title>
			<description>Not the day to let myself think,I know the direction my thoughts will take.Will I be punished for letting my optimism slip?&amp;nbsp;Here my plastic walls are artificially pleasing.I can&amp;rsquo;t resist looking over my shoulder,through my carefully hung curtains.&amp;nbsp;I find myself out of..</description>
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			<title>How to Sleep</title>
			<description>a sestina</description>
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